The works of Alexander Pope. With his last corrections, additions, and improvements; together with all his notes: pr. verbatim from the octavo ed. of mr. Warburton, Nide 21754 |
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Sivu 9
... these ? He's gone , whom only fhe defir'd to please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or ...
... these ? He's gone , whom only fhe defir'd to please ! Cupid's light darts my tender bofom move , Still is there cause for Sappho still to love : So from my birth the Sifters fix'd my doom , And gave to Venus all my life to come ; Or ...
Sivu 11
... these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return receive ; And take at leaft the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The less my sense , the more my love appears . Sure ...
... these arms , and melt in this embrace ! The vows you never will return receive ; And take at leaft the love you will not give . See , while I write , my words are loft in tears ; The less my sense , the more my love appears . Sure ...
Sivu 19
... these rocks than to thy bofom preft ; 225 This breaft which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwell . Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire , Untun'd my lute , and filent is my lyre ; My ...
... these rocks than to thy bofom preft ; 225 This breaft which once , in vain ! you lik'd fo well ; Where the Loves play'd , and where the Mufes dwell . Alas ! the Mufes now no more inspire , Untun'd my lute , and filent is my lyre ; My ...
Sivu 21
... these fond eyes restore thy welcome fails ? If you return - ah why these long delays ? Poor Sappho dies while careless Phaon stays . O launch thy bark , nor fear the wat'ry plain ; 250 Venus for thee shall smooth her native main . O ...
... these fond eyes restore thy welcome fails ? If you return - ah why these long delays ? Poor Sappho dies while careless Phaon stays . O launch thy bark , nor fear the wat'ry plain ; 250 Venus for thee shall smooth her native main . O ...
Sivu 25
... these lips in holy filence feal'd ; Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out , my tears ! In vain loft ...
... these lips in holy filence feal'd ; Hide it , my heart , within that close disguise , Where mix'd with God's , his lov'd Idea lies : O write it not my hand - the name appears Already written - wash it out , my tears ! In vain loft ...
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Sivu 31 - Sad proof how well a lover can obey ! Death, only death, can break the lasting chain ; And here ev'n then, shall my cold dust remain, Here all its frailties, all its flames resign, And wait, till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
Sivu 31 - Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Sivu 28 - Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
Sivu 37 - If ever chance two wand'ring lovers brings, To Paraclete's white walls, and silver springs, O'er the pale marble shall they join their heads, And drink the...
Sivu 26 - Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine.
Sivu 36 - Assist the fiends, and tear me from my God! No, fly me, fly me, far as Pole from Pole; Rise Alps between us!
Sivu 30 - And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day. But now no face divine contentment wears, 'Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears. See how the force of others...
Sivu 26 - Relentless walls ! whose darksome round contains Repentant sighs, and voluntary pains : Ye rugged rocks, which holy knees have worn ; Ye grots and caverns shagg'd with horrid thorn...
Sivu 36 - Ah come not, write not, think not once of me, Nor share one pang of all I felt for thee. Thy oaths I quit, thy memory resign, Forget, renounce me, hate whate'er was mine.
Sivu 36 - And more than Echoes talk along the walls. Here, as I watch'd the dying lamps around, From yonder shrine I heard a hollow sound. 'Come, sister, come!' (it said, or seem'd to say) 'Thy place is here, sad sister, come away! 310 Once like thyself, I trembled, wept, and pray'd, Love's victim then, tho...